I lost my father to alcohol,in every sense. We still live in terror for his future, but we finally hold a relationship againI wasn’t around to witness my dad’s rapid decline between 2005 and 2007, or I would hear stories by the time it was too late to accomplish anything about them,but my conscience finally crept up on me, and with news coming in that perhaps he might not create it beyond the next year, and I went back home to visit him for lunch.
It was the first time Id seen him for two years. He’d been a functioning alcoholic all his life,but now he was unable to accomplish anything but drink, and I was so, and so nervous. I felt like I was meeting a ghost. I had convinced myself that he didn’t exist any more.
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Source: theguardian.com